The moment Brantley pulled free, Reese rolled to his back, feet fumbling for purchase on the floor. He should’ve known Brantley would be there to steady him, gripping his thighs as he leaned down and sucked Reese to the root.
Holy shit. Wet heat bathed his dick as Brantley bobbed up and down, no doubt pushing Reese to the inevitable breaking point one more time as he’d promised. Although he’d just come, the sensation built again just watching this man suck him off. It didn’t take much before the tension coiled inside him one more time.
“I love you,” Reese told him as he gripped Brantley’s head with both hands and pulled him down, thrusting his hips up at the same time. He loved that Brantley wanted to hear him say the words, and he loved even more than he could. “Always. Forever.”
Brantley groaned, the vibrations causing tremors to ignite in Reese’s spine. A minute later, he came, shouting Brantley’s name and a few expletives to go along with it.
When Brantley collapsed on top of him, Reese ran his hands over his back, smiling up at the ceiling.
“You know you were loud, right?”
Reese chuckled. “Right now, I don’t care.”
“You will in ten minutes when you leave this bedroom.”
Yeah. Probably.
Okay, definitely, but for the next ten minutes, he was going to enjoy the high.
Chapter Thirty
Monday, May 9, 2022
“Are you sure this is gonna work?”
Brantley ignored Toby’s question because it was the fifteenth time he’d asked in as many minutes. The guy was on edge about the plan, that was obvious. He figured he couldn’t blame him since the foundation of Toby’s life was about to be rocked, and whatever remaining time he would have was contingent on the success of their mission.
It would work. Brantley was confident in that. What was debatable was whether they could carry it out without raising suspicion or question from Toby’s nosy neighbors because, according to the update he’d received from Slade a moment ago, the neighbors had already started trickling out to see what was going on, hovering nearby like flies.
Probably shouldn’t have pulled up in black Suburbans. It was the equivalent of hovering black helicopters. No one knew who they were, but they suspected the government was behind them. They were right. Most of the time.
In this case, they’d rented five blacked-out Suburbans for the day, specifically for this. Three of which were currently in front of Toby’s house while Brantley, Toby, and Baz were in this one, and Reese and Evan were in the one parked behind them. And no, they weren’t working for the FBI, nor were there any FBI agents involved in the mission. Only a few guys who looked like they were FBI, thanks to the windbreakers they were wearing. Brantley’d given them explicit instruction not to impersonate an agent or to talk directly to any onlookers. It was all for show, to enhance the narrative.
“And what if it doesn’t?” Toby pondered, seemingly talking to himself.
“Then you’ll go to jail,” Baz said from the passenger seat, his head shake signifying he was tired of hearing the man worry, too.
“Where’s Atticus?” Brantley asked Reese over the two-way communicators they were using.
“He’s on the way to the Red Room Revue now. Ten minutes out.”
They’d sought out the bounty hunter’s assistance in an effort to avoid his interference. Brantley knew the guy was hell-bent on taking Toby in, and rightfully so since his livelihood was dependent on the bounties he collected. It was actually Slade’s idea to bring him in and compensate him accordingly to ensure he didn’t get caught in the middle. Since Atticus was from Dallas, they were assured that Hartwood and his goons wouldn’t be able to ID him from their previous interactions with the cabaret.
“Am I gonna end up dead, anyway?” Toby asked, his voice pitched higher with panic. “If I am, you might as well just let me take my chances with the cops.”
“You’re not gonna end up dead,” Baz said through clenched teeth.
“You might,” Brantley retorted. “Only ’cause I’m gonna kill you first.”
“Can we go over the plan one more time?” Toby pleaded.
They’d already gone over it a dozen or more times since last night, but Brantley conceded anyway. Anything to get the guy to shut up.
“Darius, Deck, and Slade are at your house right now, making it look as though they’re searchin’ for something. As soon as Atticus and Jay get to the cabaret club, we’re gonna pull up to the house, take you inside,” Brantley explained. “Once we’re in, I’ll give the signal, then Slade’s gonna make a scene to alert the others that he’s found something. They’ll retreat from the house with haste, urging everyone back. Jay will make a show of callin’ in the bomb squad.”
“And we’ll be communicating with Atticus and Jay the entire time,” Baz added, “so they can relay the concern to whoever’s listening at the club, gettin’ them to turn on the news.”
Toby exhaled heavily. “And we’re supposed to rely on JJ to do her part?”
